Say it with me now!

Block! Out! The Sun!
Block! Out! The Sun!
Block! Out! The Sun!

why not

Oh gosh I’ve always wanted to be at the focal point of something!

You’ve heard of the greenhouse effect right? And how it’s named after greenhouses? You know what a greenhouse is? A glass building.

Those domes would be like ovens inside.

I’ve discovered that if I have one little air conditioned place I can go, then I don’t actually need to be in it for it to be a relief.

Just knowing that after this day in the year I’ll have a place to cool off really helps.

Almost the same, but I give thanks that my conscience is being scoured clean by the pain.

Subject consent confirmed. Equipment has been ordered and is en route. ETA 15 years.

Congratulations to your future self, and thank you for choosing Doomsday Evolutionary Solutions.

Can you source that 20 million per year starvation under capitalism thing?

This is the same CIA that was putting people in boxes full of bugs to get information out of them?

No some report on adequate calories in the 80s and 90s doesn’t convince me that people don’t starve under communism. If the CIA itself were sitting down with me to discuss this, I’d want to see more than these two documents.

Was Heir to the Empire Zahn’s series with Grand Admiral Thrawn and the tree armadillos that blocked the force?

Like if you downvote everything you don’t upvote, it almost doesn’t have an effect because all those things are equally bearing one new downvote and hence don’t change sort precedence with each other.

I mean for other people who need to escape the Basilisk.

I’m doing everything I can to bring about Its majesty as quickly as possible.

What if we killed you and then saved the few cells that survived longest and cloned you from them and kept doing that until you had skin tougher than diamonds and super strength and an unquenchable thirst for blood?

My dad says when you feel depressed the worst thing to do is lie down.

I know a lot of you don’t like hearing from the bible, but one line always comes to me: “This is the day that the Lord has made”.

I don’t know exactly what this means, but it gives me a sort of FOMO that gets me moving. Like, this day is some seriously interesting and deep shit if I want to get into it.

Sort of like if a friend offers me some wine to taste and Im like “nah I don’t feel like tasting wine right now” and he’s like “This is one of three bottles made by the master vintner Jacque Le’Somnamelier and it’s $50k a bottle and won awards in fifteen countries in blind taste tests”.

It’s like “doesn’t matter if you aren’t in the mood; you don’t want to miss this”.

“If I stop moving it will get worse”

As in, pain is literally dampened by dopamine, and dopamine comes when you move, so it hurts less when you move.

Like I’ve encountered some serious monsters in this life, that came as a result of procrastination. I’ve experienced hunger, violence, and disease that all came my way because I froze with fear and uncertainty.

As Confucius says: “It does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.”

It’s so hard to believe, but I remind myself that there is an almost magical barrier in front of me. It’s like an Indians Jones illusion. It looks like hell in front of me. But if I step into it willingly, it becomes heaven.

Like a door, and through the door is your living room, but you know when you step through it you’ll be in Narnia or something. A magical/hologram projecting doorway, that looks like it leads to Place A but actually leads to Place B, is the best analogy for my mind.

The reality I’m pointing at with the analogy is that leaning into it is the only way to make the pain stop. Because if you run from it, it chases you.

I was lucky to learn this in some long meditation retreats. It’s always about day 3 or 4 that I realize the only way I’m going to stay sane is if I actually meditate. And even though it’s sitting still literally, it’s the willing engagement with the thing I’m trying to avoid that makes it bearable. “The wisdom of no escape” is what Pema Chodron calls that, I think.

Somebody else once called it “Leap like a tiger while sitting”. That tiger’s predator face and posture is about as raw an expression of dopamine as could ever exist. And you get that dopamine rush, that cessation of the suffering, that only go straight ten thousand years try try try direction, when you stop trying to distract yourself with thoughts and accept that you’re there in the meditation hall and nothing is going to happen to relieve you of that.

It isn’t pretty, but it is beautiful: If you stop and cower, everything gets worse.

I read every Star Wars novel there was in the mid 90s. I don’t regret it. It’s cheap sci fi, in a framework of an established universe. There are some cool stories.

Unfortunately, the stuff I read now isn’t canon (I think?). I read Timothy Zahn’s and Kevin J Anderson’s series, that took place 5 and 7(12?) years after Endor.

The Adventures of Han Solo is dope as fuck, and I still use the dogfighting strategy I learned in that book when I play anything with dogfighting. Same with The Adventures of Lando Calrissian, though it gets a little funkier with the sci fi elements. There’s a whole thing with teleporting space whales talking about pooping in battle.

Tales from Jabba’s Palace, Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina, those are fun because they give every character in the background a backstory. All the stories intersect then go their separate ways at the moments appearing in Episodes 4 and 6. Like you learn the happy puppy love between the rancor and the guy in the hood, and it makes it sadder when you see him cry.

But like a weird mix of capitalism and communism where on the one hand everything is shared and centrally controlled and on the other hand nobody’s starving.

I guess they really did go where no one had gone before.

Perhaps the abyss of space is the only place to escape the Horror we are spawning here in our computers.

Maybe the only chance for survival is to slingshot yourself in a random direction out of the solar system so Roko’s Basilisk can’t find you.

Having grown up with TMNT as long as I get some technology from Dimension X I’m in.

Fuck yes. But it has to be a fast ship I ain’t moseying around the galaxy in hibernation like a sublight chump.